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[Delmonico]

"Ya can save time if'n ya send back ta Pennysvania and buy up a bunch a them dry wells they used ta get that peetolum stuff out of,  ya just saw then inta shorter lenths and use them."

[Silver Creek Slim]

 

[Delmonico]

Ok, a groaner, not funny, never mentioned again.    What pattern a wire ya gonna use, remmber there is buches a type now.  Google up the barb wire museum web site and decide Slim, I leave the choice up ta you.

Never mind I just happen ta have the link.

www.barbwiremuseum.com

The gots a history of cattle brands section also fer ya Slim.

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[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Wanders on by and gives an eavesdrop:

"Cri- min-y, Gents, sixteen feet between each post?? Better have something to hold that wire taut as you attach it or it will sag worse than my grandmother's... well, you knows. Eight feet means less pulling, but then you'll need double the posts and double the holes."

AnnieLee

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Jayne & Hill Locked Staples Around One
    Two twisted strand wire with four point barb on one strand. One leg of barb straddles other strand. Variation of Patent #176,120, April 11, 1876 by William H. Jayne & James H. Hill of Boone, Iowa"

"I guess this one will do the trick."

[Delmonico]

"Looks good, often it is said that folks chose wire different from their neighbor so if'n ya got lost in a blizzard out in the open, ya could tell which fence it was by the pattern of the wire."

"Now if Trinity would show up we need holes dug."

[Trinity]

Delmonico and Slim, impatient, ride out to see what's holding Trinity up.  As they reach the first post erected by Trinity (and the only post errected by Trinity... [...FENCE POST!!!]) they find him asleep against the post, which wasn't even straight.  Amazed that Trinity can sleep for over 24 hours, they each give Trinity a swift kick.

"OOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!  Now, why'd ya have to go and do that??"  They brought Trinity up to date, but he was hung up on Annie's comments: "It has been a while since that last trip to the wagons, even thems that hang plumb down to the ground would be nice!!  ...But then again, that visit by the doc weren't nice 'tall."

Trinity put thoughts of the flesh out of his mind (well, mostly) and focused on the job at hand.  "Jest how do we 'spect to do all this work ourselves???  We need some help.  Slim, when you fetch the bob-war, kin ya fetch some helpers???"

[Delmonico]

"Well every one else can come ta supper and have prime rib, Trinity don't get none cause he said if'n I made prime rib he'd have the holes dug and the posts set by supper time." 

Delmonico figgers Trinity will no get them done,  but since this is a cyberstory he thinks Trinity would be smart enough to say it's done, so he can have some cyberprime rib with the mustard rub on it.

Besides that when it is done there is some 12 year, no wait 18 year old cyber sourmash he can have and it don't have nothin' in the bottle ta make him puke er poop.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim hitches the team to the wagon and goes to town for the wire, posts, staples, hammers, fence stretcher, and post hole diggers. "I will see if I can find some fellers in town to help us with the fence. I'll be back soon."

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

AnnieLee poofs back in like some kind of frumpy fairy godmother.

"Don't forget more leather gloves, Slim, you'll be needing them!"

She turns and swipes a loaf of bread, then poofs back out with a glittering of sawdust.



AnnieLee

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Real men don't wear gloves. Since there are no real men 'round here, I'll get a dozen pair." 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

A scruffy looking yellow dog meanders into the camp. He roves around a bit, sniffing at the bedrolls. So lean his ribs are showing, he gets a perplexed look, and ranges further out. After a few minutes, he trots back, now fully frustrated. With a sheepish look to Trinity, he raises his leg on a wagon wheel.

Much relieved he gives Delmonico his best "feed me?" look.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico looks at the yallar dog, and gives it some bread, cause if it's a yallar dog it's gonna ba a Lab (not lap) dog and any Lab dog Delmonico's ever seen likes bread,  Delmonico's Lab he used ta have even tried bakin' bread a couple of times.  (Flour all over the house. )  Besides that when the fence is done Slim can take that 10 ga he's talked about in the Longbranch and TFS and shoot us some ducks and geese, Delmonico can cook Czech food and he likes duck, kraut and dumplin's.  Delmonico hollors at Slim while he's leavin" "Get some cabbage so I can make kraut, get some potatoes, some rye flour, caraway seed, some prunees or poppy seed or both.  Ya might see if'n ya can find some Bohunks (slang for Czech folks from Bohemia, a region in Czechasovakia) ta build fence.

Mutterin' to himself Delmonico wonders what he did with his potatoe ricer.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Okay, I will see if the Dry Goods store has that stuff. Them Bohunk's any good at building fence?"

[Delmonico]

"They be some of the best farm workers ever, Delmonico has many Bohunk Farmer friends, that's how he learned ta cook Czech food.  I ain't a real bohunk, but I be a honorary Czech and ya don't get that from stayin' in a Holiday Inn last night."

And all I know use the term Bohunk, just smile when ya says it.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The yellow dog snarfs up the bread, licking up all the leftover crumbs. He gives the departing Slim a tilt of the head "you should have googled Bohunk" look, then hunts up some shade to lay in.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim arrives in North Platte. Orders the wire, fence posts fence stretcher, staples, hammers, and post hole diggers form the Hardware store. Gets the stuff that Delmonico wants at the Dry Goods store. Goes to the Livery to rent a couple teams and wagons. Goes to the saloon to see if there are any Bohunk who might want to hire on to make fence. He finds 4 Bohunks in the saloon that he hires on. He and the Bohunks take the wagons to the hardware, load the wagons, and head for the ranch.

[Silver Creek Slim]

While Slim and the Bohunks were leaving town. An interesting character rode in.

[Delmonico]

"It's Terry Lane."

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Joe "M.T. Brass" Krumbach, of Osceola (left) waits for his turn at the eighth stage of the Nebraska State Championship of Cowboy Action Shooting at the Grand Island Rifle Club. "Terry Lane" Fitzgerald (center), of Lincoln, loads his pistols under the supervision of official Mike "Clearwater Kid" Carlson of Delta Junction, Ala."